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Starlit...

Haha no problem. His name was Alex, but Bob should be fine. :) I will post his skellie as well in case you want to go off it. And Voltar seems like a pretty good name to me.

Name: Luka Renmai

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Looks: Bicoloured hair [the top is bleached, the bottom is his natural colour -- black]; pallid, but not ultra-pale -- he just hasn't tanned in a while; purple-ish gray eyes. Luka is kind of tall and lanky, but still well-built.

Wearing: Black, black, and more black. Always. Right now, it's a black v-neck with sleeves cut off just below the elbow, a black choker, black cargo pants, black boots, and black sunglasses.

Personality: Sarcastic, cynical, and a loner. For some reason, girls are drawn to him. Who knows why. But of course, he likes to play hard-to-get, and always breaks their hearts. His soft side has never been seen by anyone except Rinna [explained in bio]. He has exactly 0 friends at the moment.

Weapons: Standard issue gun, and a decorated knife. And his smile.

Bio: Luka has always been cold and alone since his parents died. But, to everyone's surprise, a very laidback and easygoing girl named Rinna popped his bubble. He tried to avoid her at first because he was scared of his new feelings [love was just too weird for him], but soon she had him laughing and having fun like any other 14-year-old. They started dating when he was 16. On his 18th birthday, Rinna disapeared. She had actually been killed in an accident, but he didn't know, so he thought she'd abandoned him for someone else. And so, the new, colder, more sarcastic Luka was born.

Name: Alex Young (or Bob, y'know, whichever xD)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Personality: Alex is funny and spontaneous. He will occasionally get in trouble for his carefree attitude, but when push comes to shove, he is a pretty hard worker. There isn't really anything he won't try. Sometimes this isn't the best thing for him, but he learns a lot as a result. He is a good athlete, though not as show-offy as some.

Looks: Alex is tall (about 6'2) and muscular (from all his training). He has black hair and piercing green eyes. His skin is tanned from being out in the sun so much. However, he seems almost oblivious to his natural good looks.

Weapons: Alex carries a gun issued to him by the training facility at all times.

Bio: Alex was born into a military family, though you would never know it. In fact, it's safe to say that his parents' strict discipline may have served only to make him more rebellious. When word of the aliens got out, Alex was one of the first ones to believe. He packed his bags and left immediately. Proving he was worth taking into the facility wasn't too hard for him. He is still pretty low on the totem pole there, but will do almost anything to see an alien.

Looks: Sven has very dark hair, almost black, that hangs in his bright playful green eyes. His skin is fair, but not pallid. Because of this lightness, the single scar on his left cheek can hardly be noticed. His hands, however, are almost covered in scars. He is thin, yet still a bit muscular. His uneven yet beautiful smile can charm pretty much any girl.

Personality: Sven is very witty. He can almost always be found smirking, no matter what's going on, because he tries to find the humour in everything. If anything, he's a charmer; he flirts with many women in the audience, which usually brings them back again and again to more shows. His seductive smile and quick hands always lure them in. Unfortunately, this is all a ruse; he's almost always in pain from the things he does to himself, or forces others to do to him. He's a masochist, though, so every bit of torture he receives, he loves.

Bio: His parents were abusive drunks, so he ran away. He lived on the streets and performed magic tricks for money. The ringmaster, after seeing his skills and potential, offered him a job. He accepted. Now, he can't tell if that was a good choice, or the worst one.

Personality: Advena is cunning and manipulative. She is an excellent liar, as she gets a lot of practice. There is almost nothing she can't make you believe. At first, it may seem as if she has some sort of hypnotic ability; but really, she just knows how to word things right. In a fight, she is quick and deadly. Basically, Advena is the perfect candidate for a spy.

Looks: Advena is classic alien. She is very short, standing at only 4'6, and has pale purple tented skin. Her hair is long and silver, making her wide solid black eyes stand out sharply. Her eyes are one of her favorite traits, as they can work for her in so many different ways. They can be anything from frightening and harsh to pathetically cute. Because of her size, she can also sometimes pass for someone of a much younger age.

Wearing: Advena wears a black and silver bodysuit. It is basically the standard for all of her kind, though some are daring (and tall) enough to wear human clothes. Advena finds them impractical and silly. Her suit has able to conceal her many weapons very well, a feature she could never part with.

Weapons: Advena carries a long, thin knife, a small vile of poison unique to her planet (but deadly to humans nonetheless), and a communicator to keep her own base camp up to date.

Bio: Advena began training to be a spy on earth at a very young age, even before the invasion was fully planned out. Her main mission is to infiltrate the training camp by posing as a traitor of her own kind. She is very excited to see the humans face to face, as they are still a huge mystery to her.

Extra: Though she would never admit it, Advena can find humans a bit intimidating. Their size is really what scares her the most.

Name: Arabesque Swan

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Role: The trapeze artist/tightrope walker

Personality: Arabesque is an incredibly mysterious girl. It is almost impossible to read her, and that's just the way she likes it. She is a bit on the eccentric side, but not any more than what you would expect from a circus performer. Psychology fascinates her, and she has a real knack for it. It doesn't take Arabesque long to figure you out. This can be quite unsettling for some, but others find it strangely charming. She is brave and independent, as any good tightrope walker or trapeze artist would have to be. Though she is skilled at what she does, she absolutely hates not having any freedom. She has tried to escape many times before, but sadly all have failed.

Appearance: Arabesque seems to be surrounded by a dark grace that can be quite hard to describe. Her long black hair frames her pale face and piercing green-grey eyes beautifully. Her lips are small and very light pink and her cheekbones are sharply defined. Nothing about her gives away any emotion, though she is not heartless. She is tall and lithe, with a confident stance. When she moves she seems to almost glide across the floor. Overall, she is mysteriously lovely.

Wears: Arabesque's costume is a flowing black sparkly dress with emerald accents. It is covered in golden swirls that make it glisten from afar. She wears black lace gloves and carries a black and green parasol. Her stage makeup is also black and green, focusing mainly on her eyes, making her look a little snake-like. She usually refuses to put anything on her lips, and actually looks better that way. Its difficult to recognize her behind all of it, but she likes to leave just enough room for speculation. For her everyday stuff she usually wears a dark grean dress and gold locket that was her mother's. The dress is durty and a bit torn, but the color suits her very nicely. She will occasionally wear her black performance gloves as well.

Bio: Arabesque lived with her abusive father for the short time before she was kidnapped. She had run outside at night to get away from him when a man she did not recognize offered her a place to stay. Being a smart girl, she declined his offer. Unfortunately, it did her no good as he was soon able to overpower her. She was taken to the circus and begun training immediately.

Arabesque hung precariously from a rickety wooded ladder, trying to take the tightrope down. They were packing up again. But this time, they would be moving to a city that she had never even heard of before. Winstonville, was it? No, Winstonhill. Wait, that wasn’t right either…

She rolled over name possibilities in her head, struggling to remember it. On the plus side, the wire seemed to be finally giving.

That’s the problem with setting it up so secure. she thought absently The damn thing’s near impossible to untie.

Gathering one end of it in her hand, she sprung from the ladder gracefully. Well, at least I’m halfway there…

Advena

Advena ran a hand through her hair nervously as she headed down the narrow dirt path. Supposedly, this was where the camp was. Though she couldn’t catch sight of it yet. Hopefully, the scientists back home had gotten her trajectory right.

She rounded a corner and kicked up some dust, watching how it hung in the air. Earth gravity was so weird. Though come to think of it, earth everything was weird. Looking up into the sky curiously, she noticed the puffy white—what were they again?—ah yes, clouds. She had seen them in pictures, but they were so much more impressive in person. I wonder what keeps them up there…?

Advena nearly lost herself in thought before thinking to pay attention to where she was going. Then, she saw it. The dark grey building looming in the distance—the camp. It was intimidating, to say the least. But Advena wasn’t about to chicken out. Not after making it this far.

She approached the thing carefully and stood dumbstruck a short distance from the door. Now, I wait. The plan was as clear as day in her head: wait for someone to find you, then, get them to let you in. It was that simple.

Arabesque hung precariously from a rickety wooded ladder, trying to take the tightrope down. They were packing up again. But this time, they would be moving to a city that she had never even heard of before. Winstonville, was it? No, Winstonhill. Wait, that wasn’t right either…

She rolled over name possibilities in her head, struggling to remember it. On the plus side, the wire seemed to be finally giving.

That’s the problem with setting it up so secure. she thought absently The dàmn thing’s near impossible to untie.

Gathering one end of it in her hand, she sprung from the ladder gracefully. Well, at least I’m halfway there…

Advena

Advena ran a hand through her hair nervously as she headed down the narrow dirt path. Supposedly, this was where the camp was. Though she couldn’t catch sight of it yet. Hopefully, the scientists back home had gotten her trajectory right.

She rounded a corner and kicked up some dust, watching how it hung in the air. Earth gravity was so weird. Though come to think of it, earth everything was weird. Looking up into the sky curiously, she noticed the puffy white—what were they again?—ah yes, clouds. She had seen them in pictures, but they were so much more impressive in person. I wonder what keeps them up there…?

Advena nearly lost herself in thought before thinking to pay attention to where she was going. Then, she saw it. The dark grey building looming in the distance—the camp. It was intimidating, to say the least. But Advena wasn’t about to chicken out. Not after making it this far.

She approached the thing carefully and stood dumbstruck a short distance from the door. Now, I wait. The plan was as clear as day in her head: wait for someone to find you, then, get them to let you in. It was that simple.

Waking up in a corner of the tent, Sven rubbed his arm. It still hurt after a night of... 'art.' He rubbed his eyes sleepily and yawned.

What was all this noise?

He looked around, watching people pack thing into crates and herd animals into their cages. His eyes wandered over to Arabesque, struggling to take down her tightrope wire.

A smile slowly spread across his face. Arabesque. Ah, she was gorgeous. A princess compared his mutilated self.

"Hey, Princess!" he called, waving.

-Luka-

Another boring day. Luka adjusted the buttons on his sleeves for the hundredth time. For an agency like this, there sure wasn't much action.

He stared out the second story window that was covered in scratches and dust. There was a figure standing outside the door. What on earth...

He ran down the stairs, stumbling a few times, and made his way to the door. He pulled out his revolver and took a deep breath. Can't be too careful. He knew that. But he knew that all this preparation was most likely in vain.

One. Two. Three.

And he shoved the door open quickly, almost dropping his revolver at what he saw.

Arabesque heard a familiar voice and looked down curiously. It was Sven. "Hey, Princess!" He called up to her. And Arabesque blushed in spite of herself. Why did she always fall for that?

“Who are you calling Princess?” she retorted playfully, prancing over to where he stood. He was holding himself oddly, as if he was in great pain.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, her voice a shade lower. He had been known to dabble in some interesting activities, and Arabesque certainly hoped he hadn’t had another especially bad spout. Last time was quite gory.

Advena

Advena’s eyes grew wide as a giant threw open the door in front of her. He was toting a gun menacingly, bringing a spark of fear to her. Though she played it out for all it was worth.

Sweet and innocent she repeated silently sweet and innocent.

Making a big show of gulping down air, she stumbled back slightly. “Please don’t hurt me.” she stammered dramatically. “I don’t mean any harm.”

Advena brought her hands over her head as if shielding her face and looked away. If this doesn’t get him, I don’t know what will.